Welcome to the Official Blogspot for Leigh Ann DiDomenico, MA aka ANNHGIEL!!

Welcome to the Official Blogspot for Leigh Ann DiDomenico, MA aka ANNHGIEL!!
"The Angel with the Crooked Halo"


Leigh Ann is multi-talented creative freelance professional. She specializes in performance poetry, hosting, modeling, acting, and mixed media visual art. Leigh Ann is a COMMERCIAL, BEAUTY, and PETITE FASHION MODEL and ACTRESS and is available for PAID PRINT, TV, and FILM shoots. Will gladly TRAVEL (expenses paid) for work! Leigh Ann is also a nationally ranked SLAM POET, placing 3rd in the nation and 2nd in the west coast region, and is available to FEATURE at theatres, slams, open mics, and on the radio. She is also a published AUTHOR and an ARTIST who creates and sells unique one-of-a-kind furniture and home decor. Leigh Ann's artwork, ANNHGIEL DESIGNS, can be purchased at 4th Ave by the Tracks in Kalispell, MT, as well as custom ordered. Finally, Leigh Ann has her MASTERS DEGREE in Psychology and is an experienced COUNSELOR, TUTOR, and YOUTH MENTOR.


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Sunday, October 24, 2010

Poem: The Invitation

My skin's only desire is to fulfill itself
Each pore a tiny shimmering supernova
Detonated synapses
Quiet tripwire torpedos
You are a flea jump tickle
A needleprick storm of gentle lightning
An oozing ripeness I catch mid raindrop
On my bedsheets
Sewn of tastebuds
I can feel your short circuit 1200 miles away
Static cling slow burns me to a rare steak
I like to watch the blood spill beneath my hunger
Your faint vibration cracks my atmosphere
Like a satellite thrown off orbit
I’m flaming fluorescent crashing into your earth
Blow me like a wish on the wind of my goosebumped valley
Enter me like heaven
Like a throat inhales the air wafting from mama’s kitchen
Swallow my innocence
There’s a welcome sign in my nucleus
Bed yourself in my magma
Leave your metal in my microwave
Breathe me volatile
Entreat me raw
Expose your pink petition
Like a toxic dog
Engorged with gnostic spirits
Avert me like a pile of writhing maggots
So I can't shake you
Grab me needy
Like a leper colony
I promise your memory will burn itself
Into my rods
So everything I see
Will be through the shadow of you
Stretch me like a canvas
That my skin may melt like plastic
Give me this one satisfaction.

Copyright Leigh Ann "Annhgiel" DiDomenico
All Rights Reserved
This poem, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission.
Please contact: lada.04@alumni.lehigh.edu for authorization for credited use.

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